Month: Jul 2020

Am incheiat volumul III; l-am terminat, vorba vine; pentru ca nu l-am terminat, asa cum, pare-se, nu am terminat nici cele doua volume anterioare. Ma ucide acest Zafón, si totusi ma cufund in prizonierat mai profund ca niciodata…

“He looks at her for a long time and smiles. ‘I love you,’ he says, and kisses her, knowing that the story, his story, has not ended. It has only just begun.”

Probabil, in timpul somnului profund care paralizeaza trupul, sufletele se intalnesc in universul afinitatilor elective, si discuta, vibreaza sau viseaza. Apoi, isi aleg sufletul suprem care sa le astearna pe hartie, intru etern… asa mi-am recunoscut o parte din suflet, in The Angel’s Game…

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“One of the peculiarities of Barceló’s bookshop was that books were spoken about as if they were exquisite wines, catalogued by bouquet, aroma, consistency and vintage. ‘An excellent choice, Señor Barceló, although I’d be more inclined towards the updated and revised edition.’ ‘Eighteen sixty?’ ‘Eighteen ninety-three.’ “

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“I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.”

Sapte zile de cand am inceput seria “cimitirul cartilor uitate” – am trecut de jumatatea romanului 2, 700 de pagini deja si nesatul continua…

Citesc Zafón, pe canapeaua mea gonflabila, si ma simt ca si cum as inota printre cuvinte, fraze, mister; o plutire armonioasa, ca un zbor subacvatic… si cufundarea imi este atat de intensa si de profunda, incat azi-noapte mi-am visat visele narate in acelasi ritm si cadenta in care imi citesc, fiind eu si totusi nefiind eu, ci personajele cu care si pe care le traiesc de aceste cateva zile…

Da, mi-as dori un pat suspendat, sa plutesc si fizic, nu numai prin vise…